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My grandfather on my dad's side died when I was extremely young. The only person I personally knew at the time of death was a girl who I went to school with from 7th grade til the beginning of her senior year when she hit a curb at far too fast and flipped. A friend is a friend, some closer than others, but still a friend. If you believe in heaven, that's great, if you don't, just cherish the memories. Forgetting the death is alright as long as you remember their lives, in my opinion.
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Rar-poop! Combination dinosaur noise and the sound of.. well, you know.
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